Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-s's.
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/